Eryn's P.O.V.

Monday

I woke up early that morning and sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I heard a soft thud on the ground and I leaned over and picked up my favorite book and set it on my nightstand. For the past two nights, Blake, ShaSha, Mel, and I had been busy unpacking our stuff and trying on shoes that didn't fit Mel and searching Blake's house for her lost remote Mel lost in the couch. I also went grocery shopping with ShaSha because she obviously thought the kitchen was a disgrace because there was hardly any food in there for her to snack on.

I got out of bed and quickly put some clothes on and headed downstairs. The sweet aroma of pancakes quickly filled the air as I trotted down the stairs and I wasn't surprised to see ShaSha already at the kitchen table, waiting eagerly for breakfast. Blake's aunt was there too, making the pancakes. She worked really strange hours and she often times was home for only about 3 hours before she had to leave for work again. Lucky for her, she got the day off and she was going to use her free time to relax. Lucky her.

"Morning Cathy." I said and pulled out the chair next to ShaSha who smiled impatiently at me. Blake's aunt name was Catherine but she liked us to call her 'Aunt' or 'Cathy.' She had even darker brown hair then Blake and her skin was naturally white although she got a tan from when she visited us in California.

"Good morning Eryn. Did you sleep well?" She asked. I smiled. She reminded me so much of my Mom.

"Yeah, you?"

"Hey Eryn!" Blake said as she appeared in the kitchen. I smiled at her too and was about to say hello when I noticed one of us missing. So instead I asked,

"Where's Mel?"

Blake must of just noticed her absence too because she looked around the room. ShaSha didn't look up from her pancake.

"Probably still sleeping. She has something against new schools." ShaSha said.

"Really? Why?"

"Dunno. Something about a horrible kindergarten accident with a squirt gun and Batman." All three of us stared at her and she looked up from her empty plate.



"What?"

We all shook our heads and turned away. As I was turning away, I spotted the clock and I quickly rushed into the living room and grabbed my new backpack (courtesy of Mel) that I slung over my shoulder.

"Blake, ShaSha!" I yelled over my shoulder. "Hurry and wake Mel up. We gotta roll or else we'll be late for our first day! Well, Mel, ShaSha's, and mine anyway." I waited patiently with Blake as ShaSha sprinted up the stairs. There was a small pause until we heard someone shout.

"SHASHA!"

The next moment ShaSha was standing at the foot of the stairs, a huge grin on her face.

"Alright, she's up!"

We waited for Mel to clean herself up and as soon as she appeared in the living room (giving ShaSha a dirty look who only grinned back) we all headed outside and we hopped into Blake's white convertible (Why anyone would have a convertible in Washington is a mystery to me).

It wasn't raining so we had the top down and on the way to school, we all starting singing along to Teenagers by My Chemical Romance. Well, Blake, Mel, and I anyway. ShaSha only hummed along because she was busy wolfing down a pop-tart.

When we arrived at La Push High School we were still sort of early. The school was very large and there were three separate buildings around the main one. As we neared the entrance, Blake pointed out one of the buildings as the gymnasium, another as the Auditorium the school used for plays and such, and the last one as the library. I took a mental note to check out what kinds of books they had some time.

Once inside the Main Building, we headed straight for the office. The hallways were deserted and I wondered if we were late after all. There was a lady at the front desk and she was scribbling furiously on a piece of paper. The four of us stopped in front of her but she didn't look up. We exchanged looks before Blake bent forward and tapped her shoulder lightly.

"Ms. Lowell?"

Her head snapped up, making all of her messy red hair fall behind her. She first looked at Blake, then Mel, then ShaSha (She stayed on her for a moment), and then looked at me. And then back at Blake. She sat up straight and folded her hands on her table.

"Can I help you with something, Blake?" Ms. Lowell smiled…sort of. She looked like she was trying to force herself to look happy. Hmm…suspicious. I glanced over at ShaSha who also 

seemed to notice this too. But Blake didn't notice and if she did she ignored it and she said, hinting at us,

"My friends need their schedules. They're starting school today." The lady quickly flipped around, her fiery red hair blowing in an imaginary wind. I heard ShaSha snicker and whisper something to Mel whose face was slowly turning red as she tried not to laugh. The lady disappeared into another back room and returned a moment later with three folders in her hand. She dug into each of them and handed each of us our schedule. Well…ShaSha and Mel at least. The evil and suspicious lady purposely dropped mine and forced me to pick it up. Blake said thanks and as we headed out of the office, I looked over my shoulder and gave her a dirty look when she wasn't looking and mentally flipped her off.

It turns out our lockers are right next to each other's. The later it got, the more people started showing up. By the time we reached our lockers, we were shouldering our way down the hallway. About half-way to our lockers, some jerk decided to step on my foot so I "accidentally" dropped my two-inch thick dictionary on his. Hope I don't have to pay his hospital bill.

When we finally reached our destination, I took my time putting all of my binders in order in a neat line at the bottom of my locker and, with Blake's help, managed to pile all of my books in it along with my soft leather trench coat. Mel did something similar to mine but ShaSha, on the other hand, just shoved everything she could fit in it and slammed it shut.

"Smooth, ShaSha." I said shaking my head.

"What?"

"Have you ever heard of organization?" Mel said, reaching to open the bent open at the bottom locker and fix the mess herself. ShaSha just grinned at her.

"Nope, never heard of it. Do they have a Burger King there by any chance? I dropped my Pop- tart on the highway."

"Come on Mel, you can fix it later. We have to get the class!" Blake said and pulled Mel down the hall by her elbow, ignoring her protests. ShaSha and I followed and I glanced at my schedule (which was almost exactly the same as Mel, Blake, and ShaSha's). I gulped when we stopped at a door with the numbers 708 on it and held my breath. Mel and ShaSha seemed to do the same as Blake opened the door and we walked into our first class: French.